Alice CooperYou have been accused of mass mental crueltyHow do you plead?Guilty!Don't wanna be cleanDon't wanna be nice The whip's gonna crackMy leather is black and so are my eyesI'm gonna be roughI'm gonna be meanI'm here til the end, my sick little friendI'm back in your dreamsYou can take my head and cut it offBut you ain't gonna change my mindIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohCover your eyes or cover your headYou'll never know what hit you til you're covered in redScreaming bloody murder til the barricades bendSweatin' in the fog til the endIt's gotta be loudI want it to roarI want it to blow everyone at the show off of the floorI'm in for the killI'm back with a rageI want them to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stageIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, lock me up or shut upCover your eyes or cover your headYou'll never know what hit you til you're covered in redScreaming bloody murder til the barricades bendSweatin' in the fog til the endIf you don't like it you can lock me upWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up – I wanna be hotWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up – I wanna be coolWoah, oh, oh, oh, ohIf you don't like it you can lock me up – I wanna be sickWoah, oh, oh, oh, oh – ah, real sick